Male Sadness Homeless Person Bullied Alone Hiding

There are ramparts
To every man, forged with time
Impenetrable, the front of his fortress.

Then there are happy places
Chiseled in memory, the crossroads with the
Knee-high roses and the head-high
Fields of gold; Barley, Maize even Sunflowers.

Then there are the mushy walls
Around my drifting heart, laid in Kleenex
Where the tide flows and ebbs
– even soaking – depositing
The many salts of yesteryear
In all their timelessness


Published by

meandererworld (Dilantha Gunawardana)

Dr Dilantha Gunawardana is a molecular biologist, who graduated from the University of Melbourne. He moonlights as a poet. Dilantha wrote his first poem at the ripe age of 32 and now has more than 1700 poems on his blog. His poems have been accepted/published in Forage, Kitaab, Eastlit, American Journal of Poetry and Ravens Perch, among others. He was also awarded the prize for "The emerging writer of the year - 2016" in the Godage National Literary Awards, Sri Lanka for his first collection of poems (Kite Dreams – A Sarasavi Publication), while being shortlisted for the poetry prize. Dilantha is a dual citizen of Sri Lanka and Australia, and shares his experiences from two different cultures. He blogs at - https://meandererworld.

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